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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.