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 Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s 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 Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.