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 Gabon and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
MC5,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.