Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.