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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.