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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.