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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s 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 Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.