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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
ABC,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.