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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
June Days,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.