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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.