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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.