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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Fugazi 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.