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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.