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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.