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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.