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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.