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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.