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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Oblivians 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.