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 Saudi Arabia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.