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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
CMW,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.