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 Austria 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.