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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Liliput to the punk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.