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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.