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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.