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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Little Man,
X-101,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.