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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.