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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
the Slits,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Swans,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
JFA,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.