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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.