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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Althea and Donna 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.