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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Black Dice to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.