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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Sandy B to the techno 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.