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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
the Association,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.