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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.