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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Vogues to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.