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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.