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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.