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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
David McCallum,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.