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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.