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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Television,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.