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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.