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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Moebius,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.