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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.