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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Monks,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.