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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.