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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.