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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Henry Cow to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw 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?
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.