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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.