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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Underground Resistance to the punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.