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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
AZ,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.