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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Morten Harket 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Television,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.