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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.