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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Lakeside,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.