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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
X-101,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
The Index,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.