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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.