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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 rhodes 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.