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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.