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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Can,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.