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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Yaz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.