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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.