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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.