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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.