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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.