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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
New Order,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.