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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.