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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.