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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
10cc,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.