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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.