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 Kuwait 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.