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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q65 to the crunk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.