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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Index,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.