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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Slave,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.