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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.