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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.