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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
UT,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.