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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.