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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.