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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.