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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.