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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water 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?
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.