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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.