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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
MC5,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.