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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.