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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Seeds to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.