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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
ABBA,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.