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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 FM Einheit to the rock 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.