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 Malta 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.