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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.