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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.