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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.