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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Offenders to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.