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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.