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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Moebius,
the Normal,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.