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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.