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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.