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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Nas,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.