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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 mellotron 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.