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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Cramps,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.