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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Wings,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.