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 Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.