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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the punk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.