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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
X-102,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.