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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ituana 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Darondo,
PIL,
Scan 7,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.