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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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?
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
The Residents,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.