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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.