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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.