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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
UT,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.