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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 EPMD to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.