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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.