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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.