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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Roxy Music 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.