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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.