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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.