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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 AZ to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.