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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Hashim,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.