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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.