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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 The Birthday Party to the punk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
ABC,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.