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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Japan,
Hoover,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.