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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Deepchord to the punk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.