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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
The Associates,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Index,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.