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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Japan,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.