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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Smog,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.