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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Kinks to the dance 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.