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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.