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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.