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 Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Pagans to the jazz 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.