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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Wings,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.