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 Lesotho and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.