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 Luxembourg 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.