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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.