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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.