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 Niger and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.