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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.