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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.