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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
MC5,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.