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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.