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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.