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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.