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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
EPMD,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.