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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Infiniti,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.