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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s 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 Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Organ,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.