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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.