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 Gabon 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.