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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.