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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Magma,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Ossler,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.