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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.