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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.