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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Television,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.