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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.