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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.