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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.