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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Index,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.