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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Ronan,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.