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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.