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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.