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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Moebius,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.