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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.