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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.