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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Scion to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
X-101,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.