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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.