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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.