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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Black Flag,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.