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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.