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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.