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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.