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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.