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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.