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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.