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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.