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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 The Residents to the techno 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Smog,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.