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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.