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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.