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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.