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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.