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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '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 Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.