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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.