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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.