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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.