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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.