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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.