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 China and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.