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 Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.