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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Houston and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.