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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Trojans to the electroclash 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.