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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Monks,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.