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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.