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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 güiro 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 The Vogues to the disco 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.