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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Can,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
PIL,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.