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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.