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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.