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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.