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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
CMW,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.