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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.