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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.