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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.