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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.