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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Pole,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.