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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.