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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.