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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.