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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.