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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.