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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.