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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.