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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.