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 Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
The Associates,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.