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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.