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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Wire,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.