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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.