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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.