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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.