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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
cv313,
Motorama,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.