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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.