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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Move to the funk 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.