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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.