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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.