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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.