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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.