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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.