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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Q and Not U 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Japan,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.