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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Organ,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.