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 Israel and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.