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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Dirtbombs to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.