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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Names,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Monks,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.