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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.