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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
AZ,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.