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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.