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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.