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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.