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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.