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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.