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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.