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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.