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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.