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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '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 Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.