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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.