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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 güiro 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.