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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Monochrome Set to the grunge 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Shoche,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.