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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.