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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 organ 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.