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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.