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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.