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 Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Busters to the rap 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.