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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA 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?
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.