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 Bulgaria 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.