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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.