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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks 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?
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.