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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
UT,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.