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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.