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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.