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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.