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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.