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 Andorra and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Index,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.