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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.