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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.