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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.