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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.