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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.