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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.