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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Index,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.