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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Index,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.