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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Fear,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.