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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.