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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 David Axelrod 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.