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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.