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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.