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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.