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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.