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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.