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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.