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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.