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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.