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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Crime,
Wire,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.