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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.