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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.