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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.