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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.