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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 clarinet 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
X-102,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.