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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Radiohead to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.