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 Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.