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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.