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 Brunei and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Hashim,
The Busters,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
ABC,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.