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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Scion,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.