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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.