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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Slave,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.