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 Barbados and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.