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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Grey Daturas to the rock 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
CMW,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.