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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.