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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 The Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.