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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.