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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.