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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.