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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Television,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.