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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.