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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.