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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.