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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.