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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Manchester and Manila.
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 oboe 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Rakim,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.