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 Brazil and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Organ,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.