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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.