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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.