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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 The Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.