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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow 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?
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Wire,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.