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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
UT,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Gong,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.