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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.