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 Macedonia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the grime 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.