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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.