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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Ossler,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.