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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.