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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
MDC,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.