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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Gong,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
ABC,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.