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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 48th St. Collective to the dance 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.