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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.