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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.