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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.