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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.