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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.