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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 sitar 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 Neon Judgement 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.