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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.