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 Luxembourg 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Monolake,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.