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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.