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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.