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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.