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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Nas,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.