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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.