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 Thailand and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.