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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.