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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.