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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.