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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.