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 El Salvador 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
X-101,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.