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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.