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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Magma,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
The Standells,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.