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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.