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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the punk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.