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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 oboe 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.