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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
MDC,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.