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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.