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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Victims to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.