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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.