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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.