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 China and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Gong,
Can,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.