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 Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.