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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.