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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Franke,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Can,
cv313,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.