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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.