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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Nas,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.