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 Dominican Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Surgeon to the punk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.