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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.