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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Victims to the grunge 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 Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.