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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.