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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
MDC,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
The Names,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
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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.