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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.