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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 marimba 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.