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 Qatar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.