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 Dominican Republic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.