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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.