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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.