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 Russia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.