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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Scientists 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.