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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
CMW,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.