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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson 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?
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.