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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.