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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.