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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 ABC to the dance 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.