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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 sitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.