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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.