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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.