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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Japan,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.