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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.