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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Can,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.