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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.