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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.