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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.