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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.