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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.