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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.