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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.