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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Q65,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.