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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.