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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.