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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.