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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.