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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.