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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Television,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.