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 Guatemala and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.