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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Offenders to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.