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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 Donald Fagen 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 United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom 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?
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.