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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.