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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.