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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented 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?
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
The Move,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.