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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.