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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
June Days,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.