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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.