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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.