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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.