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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.