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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.