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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Fear,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.