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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Doors to the grunge 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Can,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Flipper,
DNA,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.