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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.