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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.