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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.