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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wings to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Can,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.