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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.