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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.