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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.