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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Swans,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.