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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 linndrum 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Wings,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.