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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.