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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Television,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.