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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 marimba 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.