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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.