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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.