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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Wally Richardson to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.