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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 The Tremeloes to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.