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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.