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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.