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 Switzerland and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.