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 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 clarinet 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.