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 Pakistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
The Move,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Hashim,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.