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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.