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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 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 The Mighty Diamonds 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.