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 Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.