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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.