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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fugs to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.