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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.