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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
a-ha,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.