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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.