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 the UAE and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 clarinet 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.