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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Television,
Hoover,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.