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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Fear,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.