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 Ivory Coast 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.