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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.