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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.