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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.