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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Franke,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.