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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.