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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.