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 Burundi and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.