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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.