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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.