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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.