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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.