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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.