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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Star Department to the dance 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Crime,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.