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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Organ,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.