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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 One Last Wish to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.