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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.