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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.