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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.