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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 marimba 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s.
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 The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.