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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.