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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.