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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.