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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.