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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
New Order,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.