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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.