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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.