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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.