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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.