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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.