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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 John Foxx to the dance 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.