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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.