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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.