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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
10cc,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Liliput,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.