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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.