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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.