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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.