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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 The Names to the punk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.