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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz 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 Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.