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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
The Names,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.