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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Au Pairs to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.