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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Magma,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.