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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Litter to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.