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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.