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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.