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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.