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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.