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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.