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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Faraquet to the funk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Scion,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.