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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.