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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.