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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Remains to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.