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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Moebius,
Gong,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.