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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
the Association,
PIL,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.