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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.