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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.