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 Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mummies 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Technova,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.