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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Gap Band 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.