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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.