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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.