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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
MDC,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.