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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.