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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Wings,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.