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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the crunk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.