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 Zambia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.