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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 DJ Style to the grime 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.