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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.