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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.