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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.