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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
The Doors,
PIL,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.