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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 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 Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Faust,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.