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 Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.