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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.