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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.