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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.