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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Lakeside to the techno 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
the Association,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Monks,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.