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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground 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?
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.