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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.