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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.