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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 The Evens to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.