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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Motions to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.